Double the Fun

Have you met Jack and Paul yet? If you’ve read BODY LANGUAGE book 2 of The Boot Knockers Ranch, you know ALLLLL about these boys. How Jack keeps pushing Paul to get closer to him. But Paul is against relations with men…

Until Lissy walks onto the ranch. And Paul just can’t ignore ranch policy–anything to please a lady!

READ ON FOR AN EXCERPT OF REINING MEN:

A petite brunette peeked at the girls in the waiting room. “Lissy?”

Nerves jangling, Lissy stood and moved toward the door. Ten other girls watched her, which made her more uneasy. She’d traveled onto The Boot Knockers Ranch with two of them. They’d been like the Three Amigos until this point.

Now Lissy was on her own, about to be quizzed about her sexual preferences and what she found attractive.

When she’d booked this trip to the ranch, she’d been on a high from that tournament win.

What Lissy had really come to terms with, though, was her life needed to change. So she’d taken control and decided to eliminate the problem of no sex life. If a week romping with a hot man in worn jeans and a cowboy hat didn’t spur her to take time for a relationship, nothing would.

“I’m Holly, the office assistant here at the ranch. I’ll be walking you through the procedure today and also asking some questions. Please have a seat.”

The chair was purple velvet, seeming more at place on a porn movie set than an office. Once Lissy sank into it, she bit off a groan. After sitting on a plane for hours then a cab ride to the heart of Texas, the cushion felt like a cloud.

Holly’s eyes sparkled. “Comfy, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Lissy smiled.

“So, welcome. Our ranch is now three hundred acres of prime grazing land, and I think you’ll find the cowboys are prime too.” She winked, and Lissy caught her excitement. “You’ve looked over our brochure.”

“Yes.”

Let the Boot Knockers fulfill your wildest fantasies while showing you just how beautiful you really are.

She wasn’t one of those girls who believed she wasn’t attractive or worthy of a relationship. She just wanted the wildest fantasy part.

“I’m sure you spent some time looking at the cowboys on the cover.”

Actually, she’d ogled those tanned, muscular chests for hours. Finally, she’d gotten so worked up, she’d slipped her fingers into her panties and given herself a toe-curling orgasm.

One cowboy stuck out to her, though.

The set of his jaw and the way he stood, one thumb hitched in his jeans pocket, had really gotten her juices flowing.

Holly slid a big photo album across the desk toward her. “I’d like you to look at these pictures and point out the guys you are attracted to.”

Heart drumming a staccato beat, Lissy opened the cover. The first glossy photograph was a hunk. His windswept hair, line bracketing his mouth, both yelled yeehaw. She turned the page and found more pictures of him—with a horse, holding a rope, and from behind.

Ohhhh yeah.

She pressed her knees together.

Three more pages and she felt like a little kid browsing a toy catalog. She would choose her plaything, and the big fee she’d paid up front would put that toy in her hands.

When she turned another page, she stopped breathing.

It was him.

His gorgeous blue-green eyes were piercing on the page. In person, would she even be able to stare into eyes like that? Her nipples puckered under her tank top and she was grateful for her thick sports bra. She didn’t want Holly to see her reaction.

But when she lifted her gaze, Holly was smiling.

“Forgive me, but I’ve done this job long enough to recognize the signs. Would you like me to put Jack down as one of your choices?”

Jack. Oh my God, yes.

Lissy pressed her fingertips to her lips and turned the page. Jack tossing a bale of hay, his shoulder muscles rippling. Jack kicked back in an Adirondack chair, a bottle of beer in his hand and his mouth relaxed in a smile. Jack without a cowboy hat, his thick hair ruffled in the wind.

She shut the album. “Yes, please put down Jack.”

Holly chuckled. “Well, we’d like you to choose at least three cowboys from the book.”

“Oh.” Disappointment doused her desire. “Okay.” She opened the album again and turned pages while Holly wrote Jack’s name in a neat hand on a sheet of paper.

Every cowboy in the book was amazing. Magazine-ad material. One older guy with a wicked black beard could have been on the cover of GQ. All were buff and looked athletic, which was important to Lissy. She valued fitness and appreciated the hard work that went into the bodies on those pages.

When she reached the last page, she stopped. The man there was breathtaking. Ice-blue eyes, a scruff of beard glinting blond in the sun. He squinted, and small creases around his eyes only added to his allure.

The next photos were as arousing as his headshot.

“He’s pretty,” Lissy breathed.

Holly laughed. “Paul is a very beautiful man. Looks a little like that actor, don’t you think?”

Lissy nodded.

“Good choices. I know you’ll be satisfied with your cowboy. While we like our clients to make choices based on attraction, things sometimes work out a little differently. But rest assured our cowboys know how to do their jobs and you’ll leave very satisfied. Now Isabel will take you backstage, where you will wait with the other ladies. When you’re called onto the stage, the Boot Knockers will ask you questions. Often several of them fight over the lucky ladies. But in the end, it’s your choice.”